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COPYRIGHT, I912, BY DOROTHY WHIPPLE 
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 



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TO 
MY MOTHER 



July 27, 1912 



CONTENTS 

Sonnet to Friendship . . . . i 

A Sonnet .2 

A Birthday Wish to Katharyn . . 3 

Toast to Yale 5 

A Slumber Song 6 

To MY Father 7 

Reveries 8 

A Spring Rhapsody 10 

To Josephine for her Birthday . .12 
On Seeing Mrs. W.'s Photo ... 13 

A Dream 15 

A Sonnet 16 

To Sherman 17 

The Teddy Bear Hunt . . . .18 

To THE Sun 20 

To Papa on his Birthday . . .21 

Pine Tree Spirits 22 

Nature's Miracle 23 

To Katharyn 25 

To the Water Lily 26 

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CONTENTS 



To Mama 

To A Baby 

For "Mabbie's" Birthday 

The Perfect Morn 

Valentine to Karkie 

Peace .... 

Solitude 

Valentine to Papa 

Forget-me-not ! 

A Toast for Papa's Birthday 

To A Friend who has Helped me 

The Divine Presence 

Aspiration 

Birthday Greeting to Miss May 

The Garden 

To Mama during her Illness 
To THE Dear Little Tent 
An Easter Wish to K. C. W. 

Inspiration 

Invocation to the Sea 

Parting 

To Papa on Valentine's Day 

Sleep 

Easter Greeting to my Mother 



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CONTENTS 

The Dying Year 57 

A Sonnet 58 

Happiness Supreme 59 

To Aunt Sara 60 

To THE Hills 61 

Good Friday 62 

Evening 63 

A Kiss 65 

Valentine to Mama 66 

To Constance and her Baby . . 67 

Easter Morn -69 

To 70 

A Wedding Wish 71 

Flowers 72 

A Memory 73 

To Papa 75 

A Sonnet 76 

Love's Music . . . . . -77 

To Baby Restarick 78 

The Voice of Nature .... 80 
A Greeting on Easter Morn . .81 

Love 82 

Bethlehem 85 

A Vision 88 

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SONNET TO FRIENDSHIP 

Embodiment of all that's pure and fine, 
Friendship, we hail thee! Oh, reign thou su- 
preme, 
Fair goddess, in us, nor let come between 
Vain and deluding joys, so slight to thine 
Which are so pure, so perfect, so divine. 
Friendship, on thee our frail and weak lives lean. 
And thou art of each soul the mighty queen. 
Swaying with sceptred hand and thoughts 

sublime 
Our deeds and actions, while our lives through 

thee 
Are purified. Until two souls have stood 
In the light of friendship, the noblest good 
That they can do the world is left undone. 
O goddess, grant that some day all may see 
The face and meet the soul of a loved one. 



A SONNET 

Open in all its love your heart to me 
That I may feast my longing, yearning soul 
As the full years of our lives onward roll. 
I feel myself drawn sweetly unto thee 
With a strange bond, in deep sincerity. 
Dearest mother, as our two lives so blend, 
Let each unto the other slowly bend ; 
And as two trees, from living long and free 
And bending ever nearer, join at last. 
So may our souls in perfect joy and power 
Join one another, linked thus firm and fast. 
And yield Hfe's fairest fruits each passing hour 
Until the golden days of life be passed. 
When, God willing it, I '11 love thee more. 



A BIRTHDAY WISH TO KATHARYN 

Sweet sixteen, dear sister, sweet sixteen to- 
night, 
With all your little candle years burning so clear 

and bright, 
Wafting in each yellow flame all our love to you, 
Love that is strong and loyal, love that will e'er 

be true; 
To the little girl who on this eve flits from her 

cocoon 
To blossom into a lovely butterfly all too soon. 
Dainty butterfly maiden, do not fly away 
E'en when your wings are strong enough to bear 

the light of day. 
The light may be deceptive, and those beautiful, 

soft wings, 
In the world of song and laughter gay, may tear 

on many things. 
Stay with us, darling Katharyn, with those that 

love you so. 
With those who will always cherish you, as the 

long years come and go. 

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A BIRTHDAY WISH TO KATHARYN 

Do not let the blinding glare of the giddy, social 
world 

Bear you away from us, darling, until at last 
you 're hurled 

Into the sea of deception, of vanity cold and 
dead! 

Stay with us, dear sister, in the light of love in- 
stead. 



TOAST TO YALE 

Here's to Harvard, Cornell, and Brown: 

Drink her down, drink her down! 

Here 's to our other colleges too ; 

And now for our toast, to " Yale and the 
Blue"! 

With honor paid to all the rest, 

Here 's to the college we love the best. 

Here 's to her glory and her fame ; 

Here 's to her honor and her name ; 

Here 's to her mottoes which ne'er shall fail : 
"For God, for Country, and for Yale." 
"Lux et Veritas" may they ever be 

Surrounding and enshrining thee. 



A SLUMBER SONG 

May pleasant dreams be thine to-night ; 
Sweet sleep until the morning light 
Wrap thy soul and drive away 
Visions that may cloud the day. 
So to-morrow bright and free 
Like the rising sun we '11 see 
Happiness rise from clouds of night, 
Shedding its pure and radiant light. 
And to-night may the goddess of sleep 
An ever adoring watch o'er thee keep, 
And send to thee a vision true 
Ere day create the world anew. 



TO MY FATHER 

Each joy of life attend thee; 
Each noble soul befriend thee; 
Light and truth enfold thee ; 
Bonds of true love hold thee, 
For evermore, dear Father. 

May fortune e'er be true to thee; 
Whatever she may do for thee. 
Health e'er be near to thee; 
Loved ones grow more dear to thee. 
For evermore, dear Father. 

Life yield her blessings to thee ; 

Thy country become better through thee ; 

May God be ever by thee ; 

May fate whene'er she try thee 

Still find thee worthy. Father. 



REVERIES 

When the fire is burning low, 
Smiling at the fields of snow; 
When the glory of the day 
In the sunset fades away, 
Come to me, O fancies sweet, 
Dreams and fancies light and fleet. 
In the dancing flames I see 
Visions that are dear to me : 
Days flit by before my eyes, 
Sunbeams and soft summer skies ; 
Whispering breezes, calling, calling; 
Waters gurgling, falling, falling ; 
Loved ones that are very dear ; 
Voices that I live to hear ; 
Moons that shone and passed away. 
Moods of sorrow, clouds of gray ; 
Suns that shone, laughter and song, 
That cheered the heart all day long; 
Joys untold that will ever be 
Buried and cherished within me ; 
Memories sad that wring the heart, 
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REVERIES 

Make that unknown something start 
And tremble, till the dear, sweet dreams 
Brighten and it almost seems 
That they are all real again. 



A SPRING RHAPSODY 

The morning sun is flooding the world, 

The bilds on the trees are all unfurled, 

The birds are calling to the Spring, 

And thus of every living thing. 

The sky is blue and the sun is warm, 

My heart is happy, my soul is calm, 

My mind is free from every fear. 

Alone in the forest God's voice I hear. 

The murmur of the trees seems to say. 

Oh, what a wonderful, lovely day! 

The little bird sings his message sweet 

And with that song the Spring doth greet, 

The dear little brook gurgles and calls 

As it ripples over its waterfalls. 

And my heart to-day is like the brook 

Kissed by the sun in every nook, 

And it runs like the happy little stream 

And is just as full of sparkles that gleam 

When the soft warm sun smiles sweetly down 

Spreading that glory all around. 

And as my heart sings and ripples along. 

It mingles with the gurgling song 

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A SPRING RHAPSODY 

Of the brook as it leaps and trickles through 
Grasses green and flowers too. 
Everything mingles like music sweet 
As all things hasten the Spring to greet. 



II 



TO JOSEPHINE FOR HER BIRTHDAY 

May II, igii 

A FRIEND is the sweetest gift God can give, and 
you, Joe dear, are mine; 

And to-day on your happy birthday, may every 
joy be thine; 

And every best wish to you, dearest, from one 
who loves you true ; 

And one who ever will love, and be a friend to you, 

In the truest sense of the word a friend I mean to 
be, 

A friend in the happy present, a friend to eter- 
nity. 



ON SEEING MRS. W.'S PHOTO 

Quiet and full of meaning with eyes like heaven 

above : 
Eyes that are brimming over with tender mother- 
love: 
Eyes that have watched the lives of her children 

day by day 
Grow ever nobler as the years have rolled away. 
Her mouth is a kiss from Heaven, moulded by 

hands of time 
To lines of pathetic sweetness, to a smile that is 

subHme. 
The tender beauty of her lips is graven so one 

may read 
Of many a valiant struggle, of many a noble deed. 
Of wonderful strength and character, of a life that 

is divine, 
From which the celestial beauty of holiness doth 

shine 
That shines in the face of martyrs, of angels of 

peace and love; 
Light that grows as the pure life cleaves to 

Heaven above. 

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ON SEEING MRS. W.'S PHOTO 

A soul pure and perfect has moulded that lovely 

face 
Into its lines of beauty and tender motherly 

grace. 
What joy to look into those eyes glowing with 

light and splendor, 
Jnto the depths of a celestial soul pure, loving, 

and tender! 



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A DREAM 

I DREAM to-day of two summers past, 
Perfect and lovely from first to last. 
We may never have two such again ; 
The keenest joy is most surely when 
The bud is opening. 

Perhaps when the rose is dead and gone, 
Leaving sad memory's bitter thorn, 
She dreams far off in the flower world 
Of when her petals will next unfurl ; 
And we too may dream. 



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A SONNET 

We part, — what matter! What can partings 

mean, 
To souls so closely bound? And what the pain? 
To me, dear mother, earthly woes are vain, 
And all the objects that may come between 
Your love and mine like some great, worthless 

screen 
Will melt away and day will dawn again ; 
Once more the sun will shine from cloud or rain. 
How often, dear, this very thing we've seen. 
Through the pure ether our two souls may fly 
And meet in holy love, and we may be 
Soul bound in soul transported to some sky 
Where we can live in deep sincerity. 
Partings cannot pain us, dear, you and I 
Are one. I live in you and you in me. 



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TO SHERMAN 

May the spring of this year 

Bring you cheer, 

Happiness supreme. 

May every day 

Be glad and gay, 

A happy dream — 

A dream of the dear old Columbia car 

Suffering now from many a scar, 

A dream of running it far and wide 

With the longed-for license at your side! 



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THE TEDDY BEAR HUNT 

When the eve begins to fall, 
Casting shadows over all ; 
When the fire's ruddy glow 
Smiles out at the deepening snow; 
When the day's work all is done, 
Still remains the greatest fun. 
Who is that behind the chair. 
With that awful beady glare? 
Crouching ready for a spring 
What a frightful-looking thing! 
Oh, but see that hunter bold, 
In his hand a gun he holds ; 
He is armed with weapons strong; 
Watch him, as he creeps along 
By the massive chair of red 
Followed close by Doggie Ned — 
Faithful Httle Ned is he; 
See him by his master's knee ; 
Together they must win the day. 
Kill or drive that bear away. 
Such a dangerous beast is he 
While he roams the country free. 



THE TEDDY BEAR HUNT 

So our hunter's one desire 

Is to wound or kill entire 

That monster of the twilight hour 

From whom the nursery pets all cower. 

"One of us must die," he mutters, 
While within his brave heart flutters. 

"Tommy, come to bed, my dear" — 
What is that we plainly hear? 
Mother's voice; the chase is done, 
And yet it's only just begun: 
Tommy, off to bed, must go, 
With footsteps lingering and slow; 
Bruin has escaped to-night. 
Has escaped that awful fight. 



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TO THE SUN 

Great orb of perfect light, 

Thou who precedes the dark of night, 

Coming wrapt in colors of gold, 

Pink, and gorgeous shades untold ; 

Thou hast shone throughout this day, 

Burning all dark clouds away. 

Oh, teach the light of our lives to shine 

As clear and perfectly pure as thine, 

Driving the clouds that hang o'er our day 

All thus nobly away. 

Help us to shine as you have shone 

Into the life of some dear one, 

And make him as happy, by our light. 

As thou dost the day, by thy golden light. 



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TO PAPA ON HIS BIRTHDAY 

We are gathered here together on this happy, 

happy night 
To celebrate your birthday with cake and candles 

bright, 
And in each tiny yellow flame, as it burns so 

bright and fair, 
Remember that our truest love is nestled right in 

there. 
They are wafting you their love as they burn 

themselves away. 
And 't is thus that the love of our own true hearts 

steals to you, day by day. 
And ever stronger that love will grow, as we our 

candles burn, 
And ever more to you, dear heart, that love we '11 

gladly turn. 



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PINE TREE SPIRITS 

The pine tree spirits are abroad to-day; 

The great green branches bend and sway; 

We hear a sound like the breakers* roar 

As they dash upon some far-off shore, 

Mysterious, distant; and yet I hear 

Soft voices very near. 

A lull! All is quiet. But now once more 

The sound of waves and the ocean's roar ; 

Voices are crying; the elves of the trees 

Are laughing as the wild wind frees 

And tosses them all about, 

Opens the strong bark and lets them out. 

Sunbeams are playing on the ground, 

And on the trunks, strong and brown; 

They glide up the dear old tree 

And kiss the branches playfully, 

putting softly, coming and going. 

While the wild wind is blowing and blowing. 



22 



NATURE'S MIRACLE 

'T IS morning in all its glory, and clear blue is the 

sky; 
The lark is on the wing, and the bluebird soars on 

high; 
I have watched all the quiet wonder as the day 

turned to night; 
I have watched the gorgeous morning when the 

sun just came in sight; 
I have watched each moving shadow and loved 

each changing scene, 
And even now I do not feel I know e'en half they 

mean. 
Nature, wonderful Nature, of thee man never 

tires : 
The interest in the growing things never, never 

expires : 
The woods, the fields, the open air, are medicine 

to all; 
Within the temples of the Lord there rings a call 
For our better selves, our purer lives, we cast 

away our years, 

And in the blessed hours are children free from 

fears. 

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NATURE'S MIRACLE 

The joys and charming fancies that surround our 

childhood days, 
The days of perfect innocence, when the first soft 

rays 
Of life's old sun have touched us and warmed the 

Httle heart, 
Moulded it softly, softly, one day to be a part 
Of the great wide world in perfect strength, the 

morning of our youth. 
Surrounded forever and ever by Nature's truth. 



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TO KATHARYN 

To-day is your birthday, dear sister ; 
We wish you joy, one and ail. 
May the year that's to come be as happy 
As the one that is ended this fall. 

May the year you start out on to-morrow 
Be one that you'll never forget; 
Let this year be the happiest year 
Your short life ever has met. 

Make your own life worth while, dear sister, 
And help others to do the same ; 
And the world will honor and love you, 
And breathe a prayer with your name. 

Be kind to the poor and unhappy; 
Be always cheery and bright; 
And may all your days be as happy 
As we hope that you are to-night. 



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TO THE WATER LILY 

Thou dainty water lily, atilt upon the blue, 
What would I not freely give to be as pure as you. 
Thy petals, like the ivory white within thy dainty 

cup. 
The nectar holds for every bee to freely of it sup ; 
Thy golden stamens, smiling up, to greet the 

warm, bright sun. 
Who smiHng back doth send a gleam on every 

single one. 
Upon the waters blue you dance, and skip each 

tiny wave. 
And every ripple is to you a vassal or a slave. 
At your command they on their backs do raise 

you up so high. 
That in your simple ignorance, you seem to touch 

the sky. 
And yet it is not as it seems, for you, sweet 

flower, must stay, 
Upon your green and fragile stem, for you were 

made that way. 



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TO MAMA 

Two eyes of daintiest violet blue, so soft, so sad, 

and sweet, 
And the dearest smile in the whole wide world 

on the two red lips you greet. 
And two warm pink cheeks like velvet soft 

are sweetly upturned to you, 
And the snow-white arms, those bonds of 

love, are gently outstretched too. 
The tender look in her face! my mother! 

my own sweet love ! 
God's fairest gift in all the world sent 

from the sky above. 
I fly to that waiting place and 

clasped to the beating heart 
With the soft white arms around me 

I pray ne'er to depart, 
Never to lose that treasure, that the 

soft arms may always fold 
Around my hungering body, and that I 

may ever hold 
That darling form close to my heart and 

kisses press on that face. 
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TO MAMA 

God's gift to me from heaven above, filled 

with motherly grace. 
Her soul is a pure white candle, 

burning with innocent light, 
Shedding its rays of purity into a world 

of night. 
And some of these soft rays of splendor 

waft to my open heart. 
And little by little that precious light 

will in my own life start. 
And may her candle ever thus burn, 

and then, at the last, Hght mine 
And mould it to burn in the same 

clear way, pure, innocent, and fine. 



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TO A BABY 

Baby, open thy darling eyes, 
Smile that bewitching smile. 
And all the cares of this great world 
Will melt away the while. 

Baby mine, let the sunbeams 
That dance all over your face, 
Each in your dear little dimples 
Find a hiding-place. 

Stretch out your little pink hands. 
Clasping the open air ; 
Each like a tiny rose-bud, 
Soft, pink, and fair. 

Dear innocent little soul, 
God sent you here 
In your simple sweetness. 
To bring to all good cheer. 



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FOR "MABBIE'S'' BIRTHDAY 

May 1st 

Dear jolly little " Mabbie," here's all 

our best wishes to you : 
May your joys be ever so many, 

and your sorrows very f^w ; 
And may the spring of this happy 

year make your heart beat light, 
And may the old sun shed on you 

that golden glory bright 
That he sheds on the other blossoms 

in the soft and gentle spring. 
That wonderful warmth and brightness 

that is given to everything. 
It fills the heart with gladsome joy and 

unfurls the tender new leaves. 
And the swallow flits out in the warm sunshine 

from his sleep beneath the eaves. 
And 't is thus that your heart is fluttering, 

like the wings of the happy swallow; 
And may you ever be like him, his 

free and pure life follow. 

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THE PERFECT MORN 

All the voices of the night 
Chanting to the waning light; 
Breezes sighing soft and low 
To the distant sunset glow; 
And the hills their souls outpour 
As night closes day's bright door. 
In the sky a line of light 
Just preceding the dark of night ; 
Softer now the shades are growing, 
Fainter now the colors glowing, 
And my thoughts are floating out. 
My soul with a triumphant shout 
Joins the river of pink and gold 
Beyond which lie worlds untold. 
On the horizon far away, 
Here and there, deep black or gray. 
Houses are silhouetted and trees. 
And in my soul are such as these : 
Figures rising dark and clear ; 
Souls I love and memories dear 
Softened in the evening light. 
Ere day sinks in shades of night, 

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THE PERFECT MORN 

When they're lost to sight, until 
Morning starts that wondrous thrill 
Ringing through our hearts and life, 
Pleasures and enjoyments rife. 
And I think, when thus I see 
Loved ones drifting far from me. 
Of the morn that is to come. 
Of the rising of the sun ; 
And when death shall close my eyes, 
I will dream upon those skies, 
Knowing that the morn will come 
When the short, dark night is done. 
And the visions that I love 
I shall take to realms above 
Those that on this earth have been 
Lovely, holy, half unseen. 
When that perfect day shall dawn. 
In the pure, fair light of morn, 
I shall see them up above, 
Purer, fairer, made by love. 
God, who turns the night to day, 
Will in that same wondrous way 
Create when death's night is o'er 
A perfect day forever more. 



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VALENTINE TO KARKIE 

Dear little Karkie, my valentine, 
With the soft brown eyes that sparkle and shine, 
Cupid has, with his arrows of gold. 
Pierced my heart and made me bold 
To tell you so. 

Yes, dearest sister, and I am glad, — 
Love has never made any one sad. 
Real true love only brightens our day, 
And drives all clouds of malice away. 
Every soul needs it. 



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PEACE 

In the soft shades of evening, when the sun is 

sinking low, 
And the clear and ruddy sunbeams cast their 

pleasing afterglow, 
When the breeze is sighing softly in a gentle 

monotone. 
Whispering secrets sweetly to the heart so sad and 

lone; 
In those blessed hours of quiet when the world 

seems far away 
And the troubles all have followed in the foot- 
steps of the day; 
When the healing dews of evening have fallen on 

the heart. 
And the soul in peace and quiet from the world 

has grown apart: 
At this perfect hour of happiness our hearts reach 

slowly out, 
A prayer unconsciously uttered is wafted all 

about. 



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SOLITUDE 

Moonlight and the breezes sighing low, 
with all the world asleep, 

While I alone in solitude 

a watch with the far stars keep. 

Midnight and still with the sleeping earth 
bathed in pale moonbeams 

All alone in the depths of night 
as silent as a dream. 

Breaking day and the beautiful sky 
with the rosy tints of dawn 

Proclaiming with gorgeous splendor 
the coming of the morn. 

Oh, dawning light, shine in on me, 
drive doubt and fear away, 

Banish my dread and sorrow 

as the dark mists float away. 



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VALENTINE TO PAPA 

My dear, my noble father, the sweetest of valen- 
tines. 

To you with all my truest love I give these few 
poor lines; 

But lines or words cannot express my love and 
thought for you, 

I love you, dearest father, with a heart that is 
ever true. 

Through childhood you have shielded and ten- 
derly cared for me. 

Now I return my whole heart's love to thee, and 
only thee. 

My heart is yours, my dearest, and never will 
cease to beat 

In deepest joy and gratitude for the life you have 
made so sweet. 



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FORGET-ME-NOT! 

Little blue forget-me-not, smiling up at me, 
Emblem of the truest love and perfect constancy ; 
Help me, little flower, blue as the skies above, 
Ever to be loyal unto those I love. 

Innocent dainty flower, God has brought you here 
That we may feel the heavens ever drawing near ; 
And to teach us daily, lest we should forget 
In the weakness of our lives, to love the souls 
we've met. 



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A TOAST FOR PAPA'S BIRTHDAY 

March 4, 191 1 

Here's wishing you the happiest birthday you 
ever yet have had ; 

Here 's hoping that the years to come will all be 
bright and glad ; 

Here with the tenderest thoughts of love I pledge 
these words to you, 

May your joys be ever so many and your sorrows 
very few. 

And this to you, dear father, all health and pro- 
sperity, 

With all my heart and truest love, with all sin- 
cerity. 



38 



TO A FRIEND WHO HAS HELPED ME 

Thou who hast been such a friend to me, 
Who daily hast helped and made me see 
Life in the purest and fairest way 
And made it more worth while each day ; 
Thou, who awakened only the best, 
Who shunned and hated all the rest; 
For all that thou hast done for me. 
Dear friend, I truly thank thee. 
And yet the thanks that are thy due 
Thou takest not, but ever true 
To the highest thought that fills the heart, 
To God thou givest the greater part, 
Content to be only the means he employs 
In giving to others those sacred joys. 



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THE DIVINE PRESENCE 

Stars are in the silent sky and God's great pre- 
sence is near; 
The breeze murmuring softly is the only sound I 

hear. 
I gaze into the far black depths, wrapt in that 

wondrous love, 
And think of the Heavenly Father who sends it 

from above. 
In the vast and singing silence, 't is God's love 

and care that all 
The elements of the silent night to listening ears 

do call. 
I sat at the window heark'ning to the glorious 

song of night 
E'er God created the world anew with the pure 

fair morning light. 
The breeze in the pines grew louder, the stars in 

the sky above 
Looked down on me in the darkness and breathed 

to me God's love. 
It filled the air with music, the fairest I ever 

heard. 

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THE DIVINE PRESENCE 

In rapt delight I listened, and all within me 
stirred. 

The grandeur of the silence, the wonder of the 
world 

Just before the glory of the morning was un- 
furled. 

All Nature lay before me, and her secrets seemed 
to be 

In that great and perfect hour opened wide to me. 



41 



ASPIRATION 

Rise, O my soul, to higher things. 
As the bird upon his wings 
Rises in the morn and sings. 

Float ever upward , O my mind ; 
Upward and onward , as the wind 
Seeking all that it can find. 

Reach farther out, O heart of mine; 
And make your clear love-light shine 
Daily growing more pure and fine. 

Unite, O soul, O mind, and heart: 
Unite, and never, never part, 
Until perfected each thou art. 



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BIRTHDAY GREETING TO MISS MAY 

To-day with all my heart I send 

A birthday greeting to thee, my friend. 

Dear Miss May, I wish for thee 

Every joy that there can be. 

May the gifts thou dost impart 

To us all at life's first start. 

Of high resolve, pure endeavor. 

Return to thee in flowing measure. 



43 



THE GARDEN 1 

O HOW soft the night breeze blew ; 
Silently by the little bat flew ; 
Below me, standing all in white, 
Ghostly in the black of night, 
Looming up against the wood, 
Silent and stanch our David stood ; 
A strip of black, the forest lay 
So green and shady all the day, 
Dark and forbidding now at night. 
But beyond that wealth of light ! 
The moon peeps over the distant hills, 
And now the lake with its glory fills. 
One glittering strip of purest gold 
Now may my wondering eyes behold, 
And O this odor! what can it be? 
What is this bank in front of me? 
This bank of white, so cool and frail 
Clambering o'er the veranda rail — 
Oh! 't is the clematis, pure and white, 
Sending its odor into the night ; 

1 In the garden at Chilton Hall where stands the statue 
of David. 

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THE GARDEN 

A moment I stood and gazed with awe 
At the wonderful picture, which I saw 
Lying in that bank of flowers 
So pure and sweet, the fairest of bowers. 



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TO MAMA DURING HER ILLNESS 

Dear little mother, so noble and true 
In everything that you are wont to do, 
You are an angel of peace and love 
Sent to us here from Heaven above. 
Dearest mother, how strong you have been, 
How little your noble fight has been seen. 
How few can realize the struggle you Ve made, 
Who knows of the long, wakeful nights you have 

prayed ? 
Who knows, my poor darling, what you have 

borne, 
The pain that has raged, the thoughts that have 

torn? 
God knows, dear mother, and 't is He alone 
That can quell the pain and cease the moan. 
You 've flown to the arms that can save you, dear, 
And you have brought His presence very near ; 
You've won the greatest blessing of life 
Through your hardships, your pain and strife. 
Your suffering now must lose the mien 
In which it has so often been seen. 
And your face, dear, is divine with light 
That in its glory burst from the night. 
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TO THE DEAR LITTLE TENT 

In the tent among the trees, 
Kissed by every summer breeze, 
White against the darksome pine, 
There is where I love to dine. 

Little fireplace of bricks. 
In you what do we not mix? 
Lobsters, clams, potatoes sweet. 
While in your flames we cook our meat. 

Oh, the dinners we have had 

While our hearts beat young and glad. 

Sitting in the open air, 

On the summer days so fair. 

When the noonday meal is done. 
That does not e'en end our fun; 
By the water's edge so cool 
We wash the dishes in our pool. 

And what joy we all do feel 
At the cozy evening meal 
When we're done, and over all 
The quiet shades of eve do fall. 
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TO THE DEAR LITTLE TENT 

Oh, what fun we had that night, 

Seated in the warm fireUght, 

With the ruddy glow on all. 

Which from the flickering flames does fall. 

Overhead the moon's soft light 
Fell on us in our delight; 
The waters rippled by the breeze 
Joined the whispering of the trees. 

I love the dear tent more and more, 
But now those happy days are o'er; 
The warm summer months are past. 
Winter is coming very fast. 



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AN EASTER WISH TO K. C. W. 

Dear one, on this blessed morn 
May new hope and new love dawn. 
May thy dear soul open up 
To the blessings of life's cup. 
They are many, precious one ; 
God has made them; do not shun, 
Do not slight them and pass o'er 
That which may make thee forevermore, 

Supremely happy. 
May thy dear, thy sweet life be 
Only a pure, fair imagery 
Of thy perfect soul within 
And keep it ever free from sin; 
Lay aside thy outer sheath. 
Well we know what lies beneath ; 
Let the love of thy Hfe shine, 
Make it perfect, sincere, and fine. 



49 



INSPIRATION 

Oh, dawn of inspiration, come! 
The language of the mind is dumb. 
The inner world is deeply sleeping 
Until thy great light comes creeping 
Softly, softly, into our hearts. 
When in beauty new life starts, 
Day breaks upon the soul ! 
The blinding mists of life do roll 
Slowly onward, leaving light, 
Learning, and truth to follow the night 
Of Ignorance, darkness, and bitter scorn. 
Oh, great day that is to dawn 
Like yon sunrise o'er the hills. 
Which rising in its beauty fills 
The whole world with pleasing light, 
Shine thou upon the inward sight, 
Creating effects that last as these, 
The life of the flowers, birds, and trees. 



50 



INVOCATION TO THE SEA 

Speak to me, great, calm sea in thy low, heart- 
felt tone ; 

Speak in the bursting, dashing wave, and gentle 
monotone. 

O white wave curling up softly across the beach, 

Take me, great, foamy wave, in thy loving 
reach ; 

Take my soul and spread it out 

With the waters all about; 

Let me feel that wondrous thrill ; 

Let me feel my weak heart fill 

With the strength that you embrace 

In thy great expanse of space. 

Let me be as broad a soul 

As thy waters which do roll ; 

As broad of soul and mind would I 

Be unto the day I die. 

Fill me with the strength that you 

Display in everything you do. 



51 



PARTING 

I THOUGHT the pain of parting ended on that morn 
When we had said good-bye, and when with an- 
guish torn 
After the storm of passion past, I lay so still, 
And let my aching heart and soul open and fill 
With the blessed peace of God, while I in prayer 
Prayed for thee, that God in His great loving care 
Would ever keep thee, dear one. I was calmer 

then, 
And felt the cup to pass my lips, but now again 
In the familiar spot, the same soft summer air, 
The same sweet birds that singing made the days 

so fair — 
Oh, everything I gaze at, dearest, speaks of thee 
With that strange sorrow mingled with love's 

ecstasy ; 
In everything I do I seem to feel thee near, 
And yet I dare not turn or look, knowing well, 

dear, 
I shall not see thy form, thy dear kind face, 
But turning shall only gaze into empty space. 
I never knew before the sorrow this could bring, 

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PARTING 

Or how the wild pain of loss could wring 
The heart. I will be patient from this bitter grief: 
God in His great goodness I feel will bring relief, 
And more perhaps if I can learn to bear the cross 
And suffer silently within my soul this loss. 



53 



TO PAPA ON VALENTINE'S DAY 

On Valentine's day each loving heart 
Finds a gift that it can impart 
to another. 

Dear one, to-day I only renew 
The tender love I bear for you 
and make it stronger. 

For long ago that gift I gave, 
And now I have no other save 
a true renewal. 

Dear father, may our hearts e'er be 
Joined in deep sincerity 
to each other. 



54 



SLEEP 

The last soft, pink rays linger of the setting sun ; 
The sheep and lambs are wandering home, one by 

one: 
Soft spring breezes are abroad, wafting all about 
The perfect odors that sweet flowers are casting 

out; 
Far away, I seem to hear, like a dim, distant call. 
The soothing, murmuring monotone of the busy 

waterfall ; 
A little, black bat flits by me swiftly and seems to 

sink 
Into the growing darkness, while here alone I 

think ; 
And fainter and ever fainter the flame of my 

thoughts is glowing. 
Sweeter still and softer the evening winds are 

blowing. 
One moment on the blissful brink of sleep I 

waver, 
Then all vanishes and my soul without a quaver 
Sinks and is lost in dreams. 



55 



EASTER GREETING TO MY MOTHER 

At the dawn of this blessed day 

May all trouble float away, 

Melt into the open air, 

Leave thy soul triumphant, fair. 

While the holy Easter peace 

Wafts to thy dear soul release. 

Dearest mother, may this be 

A perfect, holy day for thee. 

Bringing all that Easter may, 

To souls like yours which find the way 

In Jesus, and the truth and light 

Which guides us in the paths of light. 



56 



THE DYING YEAR 

Glorious colors light the sky, 
The trees stand dark and tall, 
Odors of burning incense rise 
From the dry, dead leaves of fall. 

Color, splendor, and beauty. 
The world's cup overflowing, 
The trees, the maples and birches, 
In their fall attire are glowing; 

But a note of sadness, a touch of pain 
Fills the morning air. 
And why is it my heart must grieve 
With all the world so fair? 

The year is dying, sinking away, 
Shrouded in hoar-frost white : 
A fateful sense of coming doom 
Is in the pallid light. 

Oh, year of joy and gladness. 
That meant so much to me, 
I dread to feel you dying, 
That you soon will cease to be. 

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A SONNET 

When first I felt thy hand upon my heart, 

I recognized a great and master touch 

Bringing forth in volumes melodies such 

As I ne'er dreamed existed, for my part. 

The clear and singing tones would make to start 

Joy and rapture in my soul, and so much 

Of this world, which seemed in an evil clutch. 

Was beautified, and looks I cast athwart 

On all were then uplifted. Being rid 

Of all wild thoughts, my soul composed, how fast 

Love gathered up my whole life. What I did 

In days gone by seemed but a hazy past 

Lost in the blessed Future, there amid 

Our dreams to perish. Love had come at last! 



58 



HAPPINESS SUPREME 

My heart is happy! ah, no one knows 
Of the joyful cadence in which it flows; 
Great trees over me, 
In the dear woods wild and free; 
Breezes murmuring, waters falling, 
Trees whispering, sweet birds calling; 
That sacred Presence close to me 
Making me love all I see 
Because it is His. 



59 



TO AUNT SARA 

Beautiful soul, shining through 
Thy dear gray eyes so pure and true, 
What bHss to feel thee near ! 

Dear warm heart, reaching out 
Into this world of fear and doubt 
Like a ray of soft sunlight — 

Thou whose nature is so complete, 
Whose soul is ever ready to meet 
With life's deepest wonders — 

Perfect mother, perfect wife, 
Sublime in thy inward spiritual life, 
Ever true and loving — 

Thou with every womanly charm, 
A nature so soothing, divine, and calm 
What wonder we all adore ! 



60 



TO THE HILLS 

Oh, beautiful, stately hills that day by day 

I 've watched as the light came and faded away, 

And again at night, when all's quiet and still 

I gazed at you long and your beauty would fill 

My heart and soul to overflowing. 

I could feel my life-blood warm and glowing; 

Oh, wondrous hills, when I gaze at you 

My whole life is created anew; 

Before your mighty strength I see 

Worlds revealed unto me. 

Beyond the last, dim, blue ridge 

There lies an unknown, mysterious bridge 

Connecting this world with the world that lies 

Beyond the azure blue of the skies. 

Some day I '11 cross that mystic bridge, 

See for the last time, each soft, blue ridge. 

And, dear hills, when I do. 

Guide me, and give me the strength that you 

Possess, and which day by day 

Keeps you as the long years roll away. 



6i 



GOOD FRIDAY 

O CROSS of Christ before our eyes to-day, 
Rise ! keep our souls beneath thy holy shade 
That we ourselves may feel the price He paid ; 
Our earthly joy and light we would allay, 
And truly feel the long hours pass away 
Of awful pain, the taunts, the light to fade. 
And lastly the great love of God which made 
All other pain accentuated while the gray 
Shades of even fell and death closed around 
What a life ! At the last forgiving those 
Who tortured Him upon the cross and crowned 
His head with thorns. And He, great nature, 

chose 
To bless them while they stood scoffing around, 
The torture passed and He triumphant rose. 



62 



EVENING 

Quiet, solemn and sacred the sun is sinking low, 
The gray of the sombre western sky is all aglow. 
Off in the hazy distance, against a line of fire. 
Alone in its solemn darkness rises the black church 

spire. 
A sacred quiet comes o'er us, gone is all our pain, 
Buried in the dying daylight, never to come 

again. 
There is naught but peaceful happiness in these 

blessed evening hours : 
In the wonderful quiet and holiness, the pure 

soul towers, 
Up, up, and onward, to the world of ethereal light, 
Onward and ever onward, the soul grows strong 

in its flight. 
Till death with a firm and quiet hand shall close 

the doors of time. 
Till the bell in the chapel in solemn beat for the 

dead will chime ; 
And as I die I hope with all my heart that I may 

see 
The quiet of a sunset revealed unto me. 

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EVENING 

In the glory of the evening light my soul will be 

composed, 
My heart will throb in happiness until my eyes 

are closed ; 
And then at last, with the dying sun, I shall 

quietly slip away — 
Follow the sun and moon and stars to the light of 

another day. 



64 



A KISS 

Two eyes of brown that look at you, 
Two lips like a red, red cherry, 
Two warm pink cheeks upturned to you. 
Each showing a dimple merry. 

Pray, who would not look upon that face 
And gaze in those eyes so bright? 
Who could help pressing thy smiling Hps, 
And loving with all one's might? 



65 



VALENTINE TO MAMA 

Dear mother, the golden arrows, indeed. 
Have pierced my heart, but there is no need 
To tell you what you already know — 
That I love you, dear one, I love you so 
that life is empty without you. 

Dear little mother, my valentine, 
May the blue of your eyes ever shine 
And guide me daily in all I do 
Near and ever nearer to you — 

then I am perfectly happy. 



66 



TO CONSTANCE AND HER BABY 

Blessings be upon you, dear mother and your 

child, 
Dear, dainty, little mother, so sweet, pure, and 

mild; 
Let me send my blessing with that of God 

above ; 
Let me blend my little bit with His far-reaching 

love. 
And, dear little mother, each joy that there can 

be 
I hope and pray with all my heart will come to 

thee. 
May each happy day that must quickly come and 

go 
Be filled with that sweet, pure love all mothers 

know; 
The tender, sacred, and beautiful, the perfect 

mother love, 
Which descendeth to such as thee from Heaven 

above. 
And, darling baby, I hope for you 
That each innocent joy be created anew, 
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TO CONSTANCE AND HER BABY 

In years to come, that your mother has known 
As the days rolled by and each year has flown. 
Mother and Babe, to you both I send 
A tender blessing from an adoring friend. 



68 



EASTER MORN 

May this Holy Easter bring 
Joy and love to everything. 
May the knowledge of Christ's life 
Fill our souls with blessings rife; 
Learning from Him day by day, 
Following where He led the way. 
Till at last we rise to be 
Triumphant o'er infirmity. 



69 



TO 

Thou with a heart that is ever true, 
Thou with the eyes of deepest blue ; 
Blue, blue eyes that do shame the sky. 
And in whose orbs such shadows lie : 
Glad eyes, glad eyes, so clear and fair. 
Bright and twinkling, free from all care ; 
Sad eyes, sad eyes, that seem to gaze 
Beyond the sunset's purple haze, 
And gazing fill with a holy light 
In which sweet sorrow and peace unite, ■ 
Joy and gladness, pain and sorrow. 
Sweetly will blend on the morrow. 



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A WEDDING WISH 

The happiest and fairest of weddings to you, 

dear ones to-day ; 
And may every grace and joy of life 

attend you on your way. 
May all the blessings of Heaven fill 

your happy hearts, 
And smooth away all sorrows, all aches 

and pains and smarts. 
And may this world every treasure 

to you always yield; 
And may dear Mother Nature 

from every sickness shield 
And gently watch o'er you, and with 

her loving care 
Mould your two fair lives to one, 

fine, pure, and rare. 



71 



FLOWERS 

SENT TO A FRIEND ON RECOVERING FROM 
AN ILLNESS 

These flowers, dearest, I send to you 
With all my tenderest thoughts and true ; 
And may they breathe to you, my dear, 
My fondest love and brightest cheer. 
In each dainty blossom is wrapt a kiss. 
And they'll find the way to your lips, I wis. 
And will soothe your trouble and all your pain 
And make you happy and well again. 



72 



A MEMORY 

The world is bathed in moonlight, in moonlight 

soft and blue ; 
My soul is bathed, my darling, in tender thoughts 

of you ; 
Of you, my darling mother, on the night of the 

happiest day 
That ever broke clear in the morning, and whiled 

itself away. 
Oh, day that I love to dream of, oh, beautiful, 

perfect day; 
How pleasant each shining hour that quickly 

slipped away; 
Each hour a pearl, a precious pearl, to put on my 

string of life. 
Gleaming on the happy cord, filled with pleasure 

rife. 
Alone with my precious mother, the dearest a 

girl ever had, 
A pure, clear ray of sunlight to make my young 

life glad. 
At last the eve stole upon us, eve with its quiet 

spell, 

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A MEMORY 

The world was bright with soft moonbeams, the 

shadows rose and fell; 
Out on the pond with her alone, with my own 

darling mother; 
I gazed at the sky above and wondered if such 

another 
Lived in this great, wide world of ours, another 

just like mine. 
So strong, loving, gentle, and yet so fine. 



74 



TO PAPA 

FOR THE POND-LILY DINNER 

May every single petal of this rare dainty flower 
Charm away all pain and sorrow in this glad 

hour, 
And may you drink your nectar from this fair and 

lovely cup 
Pure as the delicate nectar that the bee is wont to 

sup. 



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A SONNET 

Oh, dear one, so unselfish, unaware 

Of all that you possess and do impart 

To souls whose joy and guiding light thou art. 

Like some great, perfect meteor that we dare 

Not approach, but whose holy sight and rare 

Inspires us with awe and makes to start 

Sweet thoughts within the mind, and fills the 

heart 
To overflowing with all that's pure and fair. 
What know we of the stars in heaven above? 
They dwell apart and glisten from afar; 
Yet God, the great Creator, knows each star. 
And, dear one. He alone knows all your worth; 
He made you worthy of the highest love, 
And sent your perfect soul to dwell on earth. 



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LOVE'S MUSIC 

Stars in the sky above, 
Messengers of God's love, 
Now as I gaze at you 
Life seems to start anew. 

Soft breezes floating by 
Meet the music of the sky, 
Mingle, and in mid air 
Create melodies so rare. 

Lady moon, whose pale light 
Softens the darkness of the night, 
Steal into the hearts and make 
Their strings to palpitate. 

Souls of darkness, sorrow, pain. 
Lady moon, make well again, 
To produce that music sweet 
Where true love and joy do meet. 



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TO BABY RESTARICK 

Darling baby, my love for thee 
Is very deep and makes in me 
New and wonderful dreams to start 
Ringing through the vistas of my heart. 

Dear little soul, I watch thee grow. 
And 't is the sweetest joy I know 
Daily to see thee, by God's great care, 
Grow more perfect, strong, and fair. 

Thou art His messenger, little one. 
And thy mission is begun. 
Little thou knowest the joy and love 
That thou hast brought from God above. 

Like the pure Hlies of the field. 
Thou toilest not, but as they yield 
To God's almighty and perfect power, 
Thou yieldest every passing hour. 

Precious baby, forever be 
Like the lilies in purity. 
With thy soul forever as white. 
Turning always toward the light. 
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4 



TO BABY RESTARICK 

And the lives you 've come to bless 

Ever fill with happiness : 

Thus thy mission to fulfill 

And do thy Heavenly Father's will. 



79 



THE VOICE OF NATURE 

Sometimes when the breeze is sighing, 
And the day in Hght is dying 
With a promise that the morrow 
Shall be fair and void of sorrow; 
Sometimes in the silent night, 
When the moon is shining bright, 
And the water's gentle moan 
Forms its distant monotone, — 
Dear one, Nature speaks to me, 
And, my love, it is of thee; 
All that's lovely, pure, and fine. 
All that's holy and divine, 
Nature floods into the heart, 
And ere we're aware there start 
Visions sweet in which we see 
True love's holy imagery. 



80 



A GREETING ON EASTER MORN 

Dear one, on this Easter day, 
As our troubles melt away. 
In their place, let dawn new light 
As the sunrise after night. 
May the sun of truth and love 
Gild your skies as up above 
God's great sun doth gild His skies 
At the dawn, the fair sunrise. 
May Christ's cross forever be 
Before thee, dear one, near to thee, 
That thy soul may learn to be 
Brave as He on Calvary. 
Perfect in the life He led. 
Innocent blood for us He shed. 



LOVE 

True love is a beautiful, radiant light 

Standing for all that is good and right. 

Love keeps the whole wide world in tune, 

In the depths of the night, in the heat of the 
noon. 

A heart that has cast true love away 

Is like a cloudy, cold, dark day. 

O sorry mortal, whose love is dead. 

Whose life is filled with hate instead. 

We all live for love, without it we must die ; 

'T is one of the fairest gifts from God on high ; 

Yet to love and keep that love ever strong and 
true 

Is one of the hardest things in the world to do. 

Every one yearns for love: the babe in his mo- 
ther's arms 

Cries for it, and child that he is, feels its charms ; 

The girl in the bud of life reaches with hungering 
heart 

To those who freely will the gift impart ; 

The passionate, care-free youth feels the tender 
thrill, 

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LOVE 

It wafts to him in its beauty rare, his life to fill; 
And then as the years roll slowly by the flickering 

flame of love 
Is kindled and made brighter by a light above. 
The years roll slowly onward and the flame is still 

alive, 
True love will e'er be burning till death arrive. 
And then that sweet, pure flame is wafted to the 

skies 
Ever to bum and brighten, like sweet perfumes 

that rise. 
Through sickness, pain, and sorrow our only hope 

is love, 
Helping us to bear our pain like Christ above. 
Why did He die on the cross? How could He bear 

the pain? 
I hear the sound of those touching words again — 
"For God so loved the world that He gave His 

only Son 
To suffer death upon the cross for the sins of 

every one." 
God loved the world and He gave His Son to suf- 
fer for our sin, 
Christ shed his blood and suffered deeper pain 

within, 

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LOVE 

But He was strong and the truest love burned in 

that precious breast, 
He loved the world and His father with a fervent 

zest, 
He suffered. He gave His life and His love was 

strong and true, 
The most perfect, wonderful love that the world 

ever knew; 
So let us learn from Him the truest love in the 

world, 
Let us fight beneath the banner which He himself 

unfurled. 
And though we may never be asked to give our 

life for a friend, 
Let us always be ready a hand to lend. 
And show that as Christ died for us that we for 

Him can live. 
Bettering our lives by Him and ever ready to give 
All we can of the beautiful love that He gave to us 

all, 
To the hungering hearts that in this world daily 

for it call. 



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BETHLEHEM 

Christmas Eve 

"Backward, turn backward, oh, time in your 

flight!" 
Bring me again on this Christmas night 
To the little town where Jesus lay, 
Let the same star guide my way, 
Let me hear the angels sing 
Praises to the new-born king. 
Hark! I hear the heavenly sound; 
A glory is shining all around ; 
The stars are resplendent in the sky; 
'T is Christmas eve, indeed, and I 
Alone in solitude hope and pray 
That e'er the dawn of another day 
I will myself be a Bethlehem 
To receive the birth of Christ again, 
In myself that He may be born 
Ere the glory of another dawn. 
My soul is opened and there is room: 
"Come, Lord Jesus, come very soon." 
But, hark, the angel choir is lost; 

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BETHLEHEM 

The ray of glory is darkened and crossed ; 

A cry of pain fills the air; 

A cry from the world of oppression and care. 

Close your eyes, you must not hear 

Of the horror and the suffering so near. 

It has nothing to do with you ; 

Shut your eyes and pray anew 

That this Christmas eve Christ will enter in, 

Wash away your wrong and sin. 

Let that pitiful cry of pain 

Echo and die away again. 

I lay there a moment ; my heart was wound 

In a heavy sheath ; my soul was bound. 

But suddenly, as a sword is drawn, 

My heart burst forth, and wounded and torn 

The sheath hung, but the sword flashed bright 

In a new and glorious ray of Ught 

That entered in and kindled anew 

My life; and in this hour I knew 

The secret for which I had prayed so long. 

And my soul joined the angelic throng, 

My heart opened to that cry 

Of the world in pain, and no longer I 

Closed my ears to the sorrow and grief. 

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BETHLEHEM 

I vowed instead I would bring relief 
To the sufferers, and that they should be 
Brothers and sisters unto me. 
Suddenly, off in the distant sky 
A star came forth and shone so high, 
And all the voices of the night 
Sang a greeting to this light. 
And they were angel voices to me, 
And before me the shining star I could see ; 
My heart throbbed, my soul leaped out, 
A glory seemed shining all about, 
I was a Bethlehem this night; 
The presence of God my guiding light; 
*T was Christmas, my prayer was answered, in- 
deed; 
Christ was born in me and He freed 
My spirit from sin and from closing my heart 
To the call that can His grace impart, 
If answered, Christ is born in thee: 
You are a Bethlehem, and He 
Comes to the soul where there is place 
To receive His birth and loving grace. 



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A VISION 

When the night wind whispers, dearest, I hear 

you speak 
And I feel the soft caresses, a kiss upon my cheek. 
Moonbeams come in at the window and play over 

the floor; 
An Angel appears before me in the open door ; 
The splendor of Heaven upon her standing mo- 
tionless there; 
I feel an uplifting something, a breath of ethereal 

air. 
I dare not move lest I waken, and yet when I do, 

I find 
That I have ascended a ladder, this empty world 

is behind, 
God's angel still is by me ; and looking once more 

at her face. 
Familiar lines of holiness, of love and truth I 

trace. 
In mortal guise 't is my mother, mine ! my angel of 

life; 
Together, though bodily parted, we journey in 

happiness rife. 



A VISION 

Beautiful angel of God, to feel that thou art near 
In the depth of the darkest night can make a light 

shine clear: 
The perfect light of holy love that keeps us dear 

alway. 
Though you were at the ends of the earth, you 

would not be far away. 



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